1277 City of Pleasure, Part 112 - Queen of Pleasure

"Dart, yeah."

"What is it? I'm a little busy right now."

Talk to Dart as Anarches moves his hips busily. Before me is a boy who knows no one anywhere. Probably a male whore from a good point of view, but residents in the fog. Regards, the sanity had been lost. It would be insane how many business men would be willing to match the anarchy's physical movements and move themselves. Because the earth is scattered in impossible deeds. But Anarches was moving his body in the sky somewhere up there.

Dart, on the other hand, was busy "dismantling" the woman in front of him. How not to kill, to shred off. It was a delicate task that required concentration, and Dart was challenging his own record. Until now, I couldn't challenge it until I was anesthetized and removed the pain, but the way the anesthesia was applied was a thousand different, and some people woke up never again when they added or subtracted slightly, or moved along the way. If the anesthesia is too deep again, you may die along the way but you will not notice it, and if the anesthesia is shallow, you will die of fear and pain. It was a very rare being to be a crazy person who could tell a moment of death like this one, with no pain or fear. Most importantly, it's great that you react properly to every single act of the dart. It would be better if we could have a conversation, but should we just call it a luxurious concern? Dart was obsessed with the fact that there were unlimited materials rarely available.

Anarchy, on the other hand, was boring. Sure, there are countless people who are the gateway to his desires, but every other opponent has a uniform reaction. If you don't have all sorts of reactions to suffering, cursing, madness, or obedience to this one, you make it interesting. Anaseth sighed deeply wondering if this would be any different than doing it alone.

And when Anarches abandoned the male whore (toy) he was playing with as if, he fell asleep on the spot and began to sleep. No matter how deep the fog is, this is the middle of a round trip. Anaseth's outfit is almost naked. Eat, sleep, fight, or offend. That was the only behavioral philosophy for Anarches, and now it was a choice to sleep.

"If anything happens, wake me up."

"I don't like it, it's a pain in the ass. What would you do if you slept in a place like that and the carriage hit you?

"The carriage will break better."

"You're an annoying person"

"I don't want you to tell me. Why don't you at least do it in the alley?"

"You don't even have to say that. If you want to decorate the arts, you want to touch people, right?

"If it's an art that no one understands, it's the same everywhere you decorate it"

"Hmm, because it's certainly even slightly too avant-garde for me. It could be hundreds of years away."

As Dart said something unsolicited and immersed himself in the task, Anaseth eventually began to sleep with a grand snore. Anaseth's great snoring was like the roar of a beast, but none of the intruders stood in their way because of it. The dart was immersed for half an hour, and suddenly the anarchy swept away. It is an anarchy that looks like this and works with more sensitivity than sensors.

Dart also stopped his hand wondering if there had been an anomaly. I was just able to do my work.

"Something?

"There's a man walking straight"

"No way, are you the Knights of the Temple?

"No, it's two of us. Besides, this smell... is a woman. Is one quite old? Smells like you know a man, but one of you is his biological daughter."

"Well, are you an older woman?"

Dart replies with great interest. Anarches was frightened.

"Same old hobby."

"Mature fruit and you said, you pedophile"

"You haven't fallen that far, have you? If you're gonna deal with me, you're gonna have to be a little older."

"I often say it. You're more or less killing me."

"About half. Uplifting, follow me. I'm gonna kill you. Not like you."

"It's like being grabbed by a beast. I'm delicate, so I'm keeping you alive, right?

"Alive wouldn't work as a human, would it?

Anaseth and Dart sighed loudly as they stared at each other.

"Stop it, it's barren"

"So is that. Fortunately, your preferences seem to have broken up, and are you sure you mean to share them exactly?

"Oh, let's do that. I'm walking about 50 steps from here. You wouldn't be a normal person to say you can walk in this fog, but there's nothing you can do about it, right? We'll be able to do enough for each other."

"No way. The Temple Knights aren't close, are they? It's just a hassle when it comes to Arnelia."

"Don't worry, their inn is on the other side of the fog. If there's a cause at the center, we'll never see each other."

"What, you're thinking right. Shall I suppose it tastes good then? May the fog not clear."

When Dart prayed carelessly, he turned to two women walking with Anarches.

Continued